Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Travelling to Jaffna: Bus Eke

I was reading a blog post I came across, about discrimination against Tamils at the Omanthai check point.

It reminded me of my own experience travelling to Jaffna on the bus.

I was asleep. Woken up as the bus slowed down. I have an NIC card. I don't know what I look like. Or sound like. Especially around 2am, groggy and tired.

I get down from the bus and people are asked to go through the check point.  A farce of a check really, just carry your stuff and go through the line up. Like a military ruling state, which is, I remind myself, what we are. How sheltered we live in our little bubbles. How it must feel like to actually be a Tamil speaking person, and be looked upon suspiciously.

I was sleepy. I am walking through the line. Three women, huddled together. In Army uniform.

I hand over my id. They open my hand bag and start looking inside. They look over my id. Ask me a question. I forget what it was. I believe, something to the effect of "ah oya sinhalada" and astonishment and giggle almost. I am too tired and sleepy to comprehend. One nudges the other and says "meya sinhala." I am a sinhalese. It says so on my NIC. "Ah hari hari, yanna." They don't even bother with my bag after that. Free to go on account of being a the majority type. As if there were no accounts of the sinhala terrorists who helped the LTTE. How funny.

I am dazed.

I will let you do the commentary. True story. One of I wonder how so many. How ashamed I felt because I know the people behind me heard. How awful it must be, to be treated second class citizens by a bunch of very badly trained security personnel. How I shudder to think how professional these army women were. Imagine these people on a battle field. With guns. In uniform.

No, post war Sri Lanka is beautiful and we are truly the tear drop of the indian ocean.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Ciabatta Bread - Homemade

I really am thankful to the internet. How easy it is to find any recipe at a whim,  no matter what ingredients one is stuck with at home and play around with wondrous creations. 

To learn from strangers in different places, sharing their own experiences and tweaks to recipes. 

A wonderful collection of human beings connected together. 

Here I am,  moving it forward. Thanking the kind souls that share their own adventures in the kitchen and inspire us to create our own. 

A kitchen aid is by the way, a wonder gift to receive. Perhaps a bit over the top for a novice in the kitchen. 

But still. Much appreciated. Heartfelt love. xoxox

I found the Ciabatta Bread recipe here. 

Basically, cut and pasted from the site above: 

Kitchenaid in the shadows
Place ingredients into the pan of the bread machine in the order suggested by the manufacturer. Select the Dough cycle, and Start. (See Editor's Note for stand mixer instructions.)

  1. Dough will be quite sticky and wet once cycle is completed; resist the temptation to add more flour. Place dough on a generously floured board, cover with a large bowl or greased plastic wrap, and let rest for 15 minutes.
  2. Lightly flour baking sheets or line them with parchment paper. Using a serrated knife, divide dough into 2 pieces, and form each into a 3x14-inch oval. Place loaves on prepared sheets and dust lightly with flour. Cover, and let rise in a draft-free place for approximately 45 minutes.
  3. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C).
  4. After 45 mins
  5. Spritz loaves with water. Place loaves in the oven, positioned on the middle rack. Bake until golden brown, 25 to 30 minutes.
  • Prep 30 mins
  • COOK25 mins
  • READY IN1 hr55 mins